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Jan 2020
Before me
is a brave queen of war
slicing her enemies' heads with the sharp,
cutting edges of the liquid eyeliner
she so expertly paints upon her skin,
unshaken by her rusting metal steed's
sudden jolts and halts.

Her long hair
whips forward with the wind, but
she, unscathed by its clawing
at her freshly powdered cheeks, tosses
the strands away, tames them. Stains
her lips with a blood-red shade, sits
in her own silence, away from the earsplitting
clanging and screeching and thundering chaos
of the battle that rages around her.

It is hard not to stare.

I can only admire her from where I cower,
behind a beaten-up backpack with fraying straps,
pushing my dusty glasses to see her better,
already defeated. Already surrendered.

Funny how the only thing I know
about the stranger beside me
is that our kissing knees and shoulders,
snug against each other,
is the warmest thing I've felt in a while.
Prompt: Commute thoughts

We've all admired those daring women putting makeup on the jeep, looking fresh and clean despite being squeezed in between other sweaty humans. We've all been so tired that a gentle touch from a stranger when you're both stuck together in a crowded jeep feels like the kindest, nicest thing in the world.
Sofia Paderes
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Sofia Paderes  The Philippine Islands
(The Philippine Islands)   
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